Prism by Keiko Matsui
Imagine yourself split into twenty four pieces
each piece represents one hour of your day,
one second, one minute and one breath.
imagine yourself starting your day in twenty four pieces,
yes twenty pieces of you go in twenty four different directions;
each piece at the ready with pen and paper...
to write in details how your day unfolds in twenty four ways,
each way tells a story, each points to a directions:
forget and don't even try to number the people
that cross your path in your one day...
and when your day is done...jump to bed, to sleep;;
what would you dream about...twenty four experiences..?
wow...now all your pieces come together as one in your dream
such is life...like going through twenty four pieces of mirrors
life is a prism and an instant reflection and refraction of self
this prism of life never ends...only the prism of time does
walking hurriedly and at the same time; looking down at your shadow...
the shadow of your prism split into twenty four pieces
cause before you know it...it's already past midnight...
midnight past your prism...
gotta get up and start up once more
(thank you Keiko for inspiration)
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The author would really appreciate your constructive comments based on how you understood and interpret each poem. Poems can mean different things to different persons and all views can be correct as long as they conform to the contents thereof. This is the beauty of Poetry.
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